There are not enough hours in the day for all the shit I need to do. But, I actually slept last night! Like in bed before midnight and everything! Here's to hoping I do the same thing tonight. If I don't, I had better be working. I'd almost rather work than go teach calligraphy tomorrow, but I expect it won't be a nightmare with so few girls. I am bringing the knitting for sure.

I feel a little guilty for not writing a paper for Ice Dragon. I really need to think about writing one *now* for entering next year. And the Clothestool has to be finished so I can enter that. I'd like to say to heck with it all and just curl up with a good book and think about just getting better, but that won't work either.

Sunday I know I won't be able to go to all of my obligations -- but I will go teach Lucet. I may skip the rest in favor of it, however. And tonight, I am going to bed on time. Pleasant screams.

This rather schizophrenic blog was started as a fictional blog, written by a character of a story. I've since taken it over for writing personal stuff I don't mind sharing with anyone who cares.
I am also writing thoughts about writing and stories that move me.

It's just this blog, okay? Some of it is story. Some of it is animals. Some of it is knitting. It's a blog.

For story #1, I do recommend starting from the beginning of this blog if you haven't read this before.
Please start at the beginning.

I did mean it to be for http://www.nanowrimo.org - but I never got quite got it done under the wire.

CAST:
Jeannie is the author/main character.
Frank is her husband. Poor man.
Tony is musician/singer.
Angie is a teenager, who was Jeannie's best friend. Now currently dead.
Honestly, there is no connection between Jeannie and me and Frank and my husband.

Story #2
Frank and Ether. This will be much weirder than Frank and Jeannie. I like the name Frank. No one expects a Frank to lie.

Story #3
A desert story. Anna is the main character. Currently there is only her little brother and an old servant, and a mysterious redhead.

Story #4
The necro story. A young necromancer heads off to the Hated Ones to find her trousseau.